When I originally found out I was pregnant with my first child, my husband and I didn’t really have a huge debate over what we wanted to name it. We didn’t have a list of names that we secretly longed to have our children be called. At that point in are lives, marriage and parenting was still new and so we didn’t really make a big fuss over the decision of the name. A guess to put it mildly, we were that couple that were more concerned with the health of the baby first, then things like the sex and the name would come secondly. We kicked around a few names, and I have to say, it’s been 15 years, so trying to recall what we kicked around, I can’t remember, but I do know, none of them, really quite fit. I did have an idea that I wanted to follow my mom’s idea of picking a name that would go for both a boy or a girl. We held out about the name, though because we also knew that we would get the ultrasound pictures and for that, I would be able to see the sex of the baby and that would help me determine better what I wanted to name it.
Unfortunately, the day of the ultrasound, we were (and I say it with all types of sarcasm) blessed with the worst sonogram tech on the planet. This individual performed the ultrasound without speaking, without looking at me, and without any acknowledgment of me and my husband in the room at all. Then when she was finished, she handed me a blurry pic and walked off. So I had no way of knowing if my baby was a boy or a girl. To add insult to injury, my OB didn’t tell me either. So there I was, forced to spend the remainder of my pregnancy guessing. On another, I had/have a family of women from the deep south one of which that claims to be a Midwife and all of them had theories on the sex of my baby ‘from the way I was carrying it’. According to them, it was a boy because I was carrying him low and I should plan to that fact. IMO, I just think my family was running on 50% guessing and 50% wishful thinking because if my child would be a boy, it would be the first boy in over 30 years.
So, the name I started to come up with was based on his father, Anthony LeMark. I wanted something close, but not exact, to be a junior, but not. So I came up with the first name Antonio. For the LeMark name again, I wanted something close so I came up with Marcus, but I didn’t want it to be the same as his father; I wanted him to be unique with 2 first names. That being said, he would need a strong middle name to tie it all together. My friend, at the time, came up with Tyrin, her father’s name. Thankfully, and luckily, my baby WAS/IS a boy because we did NOT have a girl’s name at all. LOL.
Submitted by Terri W.